Divine.

Constable, Cloud Study: Stormy Sunset, 1823

PLEASANT PLACES

Old stone-pits, with veined ivy overhung;

Wild crooked brooks, o’er which is rudely flung

A rail, and plank that bends beneath the tread;

Old narrow lanes, where trees meet over-head;

Path-stiles, on which a steeple we espy,

Peeping and stretching in the distant sky;

Heaths overspread with furze-bloom’s sunny shine,

Where Wonder pauses to exclaim, “Divine!”

Old ponds, dim shadowed with a broken tree;­—

These are the picturesque of Taste to me;

While painting Winds, to make complete the scene,

In rich confusion mingle every green,

Waving the sketchy pencils in their hands,
Shading the living scenes to fairy lands.

John Clare